The room is dark when I switch off the light. I turn to lie on my side and see the familiar line of white- a streak of light which creeps in through the gap in the curtains and sits on the ceiling- an ally in the long nights and a reminder of light and hope. I have been looking at this strip of light for hours over the last few years during sleepless nights of worry.
“The dog goes mad rushing around the house. My mother tries to calm her down. The dog bites my arm.
I am frantically dashing through a long, dim, grey corridor off which are closed doors of different sizes and colours. I go from room to room-there are people everywhere and I am looking for a quiet peaceful empty space. Time is running out-I climb down a narrow spiral staircase and find myself in a pedestrian street. It is dark but there is muted colour everywhere.There are doors to explore off this street but the noise…the noise and the crowds…I have to get away.
We are together at last and having fun. We eat and drink until it is time to leave but then discover there is no door out of the room -we are trapped- “Climb out of the window”-There is a wide shelf-like window sill on which sit 3 beautiful large ceramic vessels. I climb up onto the sill-go quick…hurry,hurry-I am worried I will knock the vessels….there are people waiting behind me…we have to get out…I have no choice but to go and as I do the vessels topple-I am falling…..
There is a lot to move-everything is grey and a dull brown-piles of stuff though the things are indeterminate..we are moving them from one room to another. Pile things high, we are running out of space. Keep moving…keep moving….
The street is lit with colour. There is a happy atmosphere, people laughing and having fun. We wander up the street. Half way up the hill things change-there are still the same colours but lots of noise..the noise gets louder and sounds angry and menacing. We cover our ears with our hands. The atmosphere is threatening and we feel danger. We have to get to the end of the street and back to safety…we dodge through the crowds -run…run…we find a small turn off the main street to the right-quick….”
I open my eyes and see my comforting streak of white light. I’m safe.
I am still stuck in bed and frustrated I cannot get to the studio and continue with my work.I have no studio news or images to blog about. All I can share with you at the moment are my dreams.
